Fair Play Cards Novels & Stories

he declared, voice brimming with excitement, “I’ve got three games for us. You pick; Card, Truth or Dare, or Dice.” He fumbled into his bag and pulled out three boxes, placing them on the table with a flourish. “First,” he said, opening the card game box, “is the Card Color game.” Cards of every hue spilled into his hands. “Two green cards—black boxes mark their right edges. Two black cards—yellow boxes at the edges. Two yellow cards—white boxes waiting on the right. And two white cards—pink boxes gleaming at the edges.” He paused, glancing around the room. “We’ve got twenty players, so we’ll only use ten colors. The rest go back in the box.” The discarded cards slid neatly aside, the table

I glanced at Liam to ensure he was comfortable, and he nodded. Toralei explained the rules of the game: we would spin the bottle, and whoever it pointed to would pick a card from the box. The card would determine whether the person would be dared or asked a question. Toralei spun the bottle slowly, and my heart raced as I followed its movement. It eventually stopped, pointing directly at me. What terrible luck. "Alright, Jenna," Toralei said, passing me the box. I reache d inside and searched its contents before selecting a piece of paper.

Andrew pulled out a pair of jokers from his deck of cards, and the maids shook their heads. He laid down his remaining seven cards. "Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, jack, and queen. I win." He extended his hand. "Pay up."

His hand moved swiftly to slide out three cards one at a time. “The ace of hearts, the ace of diamonds, and the ace of clubs…” he recited monotonously as he turned over each card in turn. I let out a soft scoff at the ridiculousness of this game that he called simple. That was when it occurred to me that I was bound to lose this game from the moment that I agreed to play it. The game was simple, but it wasn’t at all fair and luck had completely no play in it at all. I could feel Bradon’s eyes on me and when I looked up from the table, my eyes met his intense blue gaze. It felt so outrageous that I didn’t know whether I wanted to scream, cry, or laugh all at the same time.

While reading lot of comments, I don't know but smile slowly formed in my lips. So what if that news spreads now? I think it's way better so everyone should know that Axis Ford Averion is now mine. Only mine. Geez, why do I sound so possessive this time?

She smiled as she said to Marshall, "It's all right. Just do your best." Soon, a waiter gave them two decks of poker cards. While the waiter was shuffling the cards, Felicity said to everyone, "Here's the deal, we'll play Winner. The last two men who don't play all their cards, whatever number of cards you're left with, the ladies you are paired with will drink the same number of glasses of alcohol. The punishment is just drinking."

He eyed me pointedly. 'Obviously because I don't wanna die you oaf, what else would it be.' But if I blurted such a reason out I don't think my neck would be spared. So I went with the next best thing I could come with. My wild card. "Freditch Roff. The key is a guy called Freditch Roff." And all of the people in the room raised their eyebrows to that. "He is all the evidence that Your Majesty needs to bring down Duke Ronales." I said.

My father took a puff from a cheap cigarette, and his face lit up with excitement. “We’d be letting you off too easily if we just took your money. Obviously, we’re going to squeeze every last bit of your value, with interest.” “Turns out that the Children’s Fairness System isn’t permanent. It deactivates if one of the children dies. Then, everything you have becomes ours.” I was trembling all over. “Have you forgotten the system’s shock punishment? You can’t lay a hand on me!” Julianne looked at me with pity and patted my cheek.

Still, everyone was waiting to see how it would end. Renee looked at Chris and Adam. "Mr. Jackson, Mr. Graham, you guys show your cards first. Since we're playing blind, we'll reveal our hand last." "Fine, whatever you say." Chris tossed his cards on the table confidently and laughed. "Straight flush, with King as the highest. Bet none of you can top that!"

“Your strategy is nonexistent. You just button mash.” “Button mashing is a strategy.” “That’s literally the opposite of strategy.” “Whatever, I’m still winning.” They played until their beers were empty and the sky outside had gone fully dark. Finally, Kyler paused the game and looked at his brother. “You should probably go talk to Dad now.” “Yeah. Maybe.” But Silas didn’t move. “Kyl?” “Hm?” “Do you think we did the right thing with Ace?” “Yeah. Of course we did. Having second thoughts?”